Lyrics -

It's an unsound system, fucking up yer area,
You think you're in a safe place, but where the air is rarer,
Outside the perimeter,
Where the people see ya, where the people feel ya,
Ya think they wanna be ya,
But they ain't looking in there.
Ya system is unsound, Yeah.
Built around the pound, And the merry go round,
Of work, eat, sleepwalk back to work!
For more of the same,
Chuck in some T.V. and a lottery game
And you'll feel OK with a little holiday,
Or a pharmaceutical awayday......

But then you pay and you pay and you pay and you pay
And you work and you pay and you work to pay and you pay to work
and you sell your life for your bosses Merc,
It's an unsound system, it's fucking you royally,
I'm fuckin out of it, ain't gonna embroil me,
In bullshit system, Neo Liberal Democracy,
Built on war and modern day slavery,
You're branded! The free Market,
The words are a mockery,
Oxymoronic, like virtual reality could be ...

Or more than moronic,
Like the dark son of Trier said it would be.

Cos he's a marksman, on target,
But the Bullingdon bastards gotta large it,
The boys from Eton, eating everything,
Owning land, people, power even freedom.
They got it, they wanna keep it,
With the aristo's and cronies all complicit,
Eviscerating cultures, "asset strip it"
Is the mantra, of the free market capitalist wanker,
He's an onanist, turning life to mist,
But you know him better as the banker.
Laissez Faire, let's be fair,
You take your share, of all that's there...
Then if you got the force, you take the rest, of course...
Cos anything goes, with no recourse,
To Justice, cos there ain't none,
If it's Citibank or Lloyd's of London,
Monsanto or British Petroleum,
Or some Mother Earth fucking corporation,
Sucking life out of all of creation.
See this system, great for greed, man,
Psychopathic just like Thatcher ,Reagan, Friedman,
Who was funded by the Nazi Ford Foundation,
Tried and tested in compliant puppet nations,
Where they'll take ya, disappear ya,
If ya think a little different then they fear ya,
Stick ya underground where no-one else can hear ya,
Or in the ocean, whatever's fuckin nearer.
So let's be clear yeah, this ain't fair..
Everything for sale, even air?
Your existence? Yeah this one!
Being broken up and sold ad infinitum.
Life itself on the shelf,
You're leasing yourself, you're losing yourself!
You're drowning in the Pound, the Euro and the Dollar,
Caught in the current sea of debt while you holler,
But the Bullingdon Bastards won't listen,
It's a ideological mission!
When the dead witch said TINA,
The first world believed her,
Now's time for a truthful admission.
Yeah lets demystify, 'cos it's time to try,
To reveal the illusion of the money lie.
You gotta work, eat shit, asleep 'til you die,
Nothing's gonna change, 'til we change the paradigm,
It's a bullshit system,
It ain't fuckin happening for 99.9 per cent recurring.

Now TINA's for turning,
Cos Babylon's burning,
The system ain't working.
It's choking the folk in the smoke of their hope and the rope on your neck
Keeps on jerking,
You back into place, with the rats in the race,
Yeah we jumped from Grace with our blinded eyes open,
And now we're bewildered and broken.

Cos it's an unsound system,
It's fucking up yer area,
You think you're in a safe place,
But where the air is rarer, outside the perimeter,
We're children of the universe and we can fuckin hear ya!!

We're children of the universe,
Together on this planet Earth,
Connected deep at quantum levels,
Animated, not by devils,
Not by politicians, priests,
Manipulators, liars, thieves,
Degenerate celebrities,
Nor money ... are you getting me?
Love's the guvnor ... can't you see?
Don't you know it ??? let it fuckin be.